If Lu Ye and Qin Feng had not been so closely connected, Gong Mao would naturally have been delighted to see it happen and would have wholeheartedly arranged this death match. But with the man before him calling his own arena master brother, how could he dare push Lu Ye into a pit of fire?
Should anything happen to Lu Ye, his good days would be over as well.
"Brother Gong, you said earlier that before Brother Feng left, he instructed you to fully cooperate with any requests I might have."
Gong Mao smiled bitterly. "But this is too crazy..."
Lu Ye sighed. "Then tell me, Brother Gong—before the results of those previous two death matches came out, who did you favor?"
"Uh..." Gong Mao did not know how to answer. He could hardly say that he had actually favored Lu Ye's opponents in both matches.
"Brother Gong, trust me. I've killed many Uniting Dao cultivators." Lu Ye raised a hand and patted Gong Mao's shoulder. "I would not do this without confidence, so just handle the arrangements."
In the Inner Realm, he had been able to kill those Uniting Dao cultivators. Let alone here in the Hehe Realm, where there was no aura of Star Abyss. That meant that no matter which Uniting Dao cultivator entered the Battle Arena, they could not borrow any external strength and could only contend against him with their own foundations.
When it came to foundations, Lu Ye now possessed the strength of eight hundred Dao marks—enough to surpass the vast majority of Uniting Dao cultivators!
Gong Mao's scalp tingled. "Fellow Cultivator, you've killed Uniting Dao cultivators before?"
How could someone at the Merging Dao Eighth Layer kill a Uniting Dao cultivator? What had he used to kill them?
He could neither understand nor